Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Omari Rashada
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Wanna know a secret?) I got money on my mind
Feeling good, doing fine
No strings attached, I ain't got nowhere to hide
And I'm running out of time
In the whip, switching lanes
I shouldn't do too much, It ain't nothing but a thing
Call up and say we gotta link, like a chain
Said you'd kill for the gang
Yeah, pull up in a big body Benz
(Hold up, hold up)
How you gonna try and make amends?
(Hold up hold up)
You know that I got some cash to spend
(Hold up, hold up)
You know it's all love, don't play pretend
(Hold up, hold up) yeah
Yeah, hold up, hold up
Ain't got time for that
Hold up, hold up
Don't play pretend
Yeah, hold up, hold up
Ain't got time for that
Hold up, hold up
Don't play pretend
Give me time, give me time, let me know
Are you alright?
Out of sight, it's out of mind
Let's run it up, cash some checks
We'll be just fine
It was all cool till she stopped and asked "What's your sign?"
We carry on, how you doing?
What's your name?
Where you from? I'm a Libra
By the way
Either way, we can chill
Just for a day
I'm still outside, and I'll
Yeah, pull up in a big body Benz
(Hold up, hold up)
How you gonna try and make amends?
(Hold up hold up)
You know that I got some cash to spend
(Hold up, hold up)
You know it's all love, don't play pretend
(Hold up, hold up) yeah
Yeah, hold up, hold up
Ain't got time for that
Hold up, hold up
Don't play pretend
Yeah, hold up, hold up
Ain't got time for that
Hold up, hold up
Don't play pretend
Writer(s): Micah Rashada
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